Michelle raises an eyebrow. "That's a commendably cynical view of mankind. You should tell the others that."
It seems that's the end of gym class, though you suppose that's probably for the best considering the number of probable concussions in the wake of the dodgeball game.
"Not a bad one, in all honesty," Michelle says, walking beside you as you head back towards the school building. "A fortnight ago, things got a bit…" She hesitates, clearly trying to grasp the right word. "Intense," she adds finally.
"How do you define 'intense'?" you ask, curious.
The zombie smiles. "Three broken legs, seven missing fangs, and a week's after-school detention for the whole school." She shrugs. "Emotions can run a bit high when it comes to gym class; I think Mr. Simmons puts people on edge."
"You seem pretty chipper."
Michelle nods, pointing up at the sky. "Solar-powered," she explains. "I draw in energy from the sun, so being outside is the me-equivalent of having a big mug of coffee." After a moment, she glances down at her watch, her cheerful expression fading slightly. "Which I think I'm going to need: we've got double history with Rastan in ten minutes. Let's go."
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